Dragon-Marked War God

"That is my ancestor!!!"

Yuan Hua’s face was extremely dignified and looked at the statue at the end of the seventh major temple. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, even a touch of sadness and a memory of love.

"Are you sure, is that your ancestor?"

Jiang Chen asked in a deep voice, the person above the ice sculpture, holding a long gun, long as a waterfall, cross-browed cold, imposing, but his whole body is made of ice sculpture, lifelike.

"I am sure, that is my ancestor. When I was a child, I used to play on his lap. I will never forget my ancestor forever."

Yuan Hua’s look is desolate, and the look in his eyes is also extremely struggling.

"There is no life Buddha. Can you say that the people above the ice sculpture are dead? We have seen dozens of ice sculptures, not all of them will die?"

Wu De said with a strange look, but no one is sure, who is the ice sculpture, will this ice sculpture point to the same as the ice sculpture guards? Everything is unknown.

"It seems that these ice sculptures should be mostly the ancestors of your underwater family. After they entered here, they did not know why they were frozen here, turned into ice sculptures, and they should not find them."

Jiang Chen said with some regrets, but in fact, each of them is in a precarious situation at this time. Once the ice sculptures are really moving, they will be trapped again. This is not a good sign.

Yuan Hua seems to be a very emotional person, especially his family relationship with his ancestors, sorrowful grief before the ice sculpture.

When Jiang Chen’s eyes were cold, he actually saw the sword that had been obtained by the rain in the corner. How could it be here? Jiang Chen quickly went over and picked up the sword. This sword has not been recognized by the rain. Otherwise, it is estimated that the rain will be swallowed up by the soldiers.

"How can this knife be here?"

It is also very strange to see the Tibetan and Taiwanese Tibetans. This should be something that is a hundred feet of rain. Can it be said that what happened to the 100-foot rain?

"It should be for some reason that the 100-foot rain has no time to manage this knife, and I will slip first. It seems that this ice palace is more and more strange."

Jiang Chen frowned, it seems that this is really not a place to stay for a long time, at least to find them first.

"What you mean is that a hundred feet of rain should not die yet."

Said by the Tibetan and Taiwanese.

"He shouldn't have died so easily. Haven't you heard that good people don't live for a long time?" Hey."

Jiang Chen said with a cold smile. This time, there was no rebuttal to the collapse of the Tibet. I thought that the rain was only selfish, but it would eventually stand on the interests of Zongmen, but he had no reason to deal with Jiang Chen. The relationship they should have been solid has become disintegrated, and at this time alone, they have left her and Jiang Chen completely. This makes the Fujian-Taiwanese Tibet very disappointing.

But people have their own aspirations. It is impossible to say anything more than to go through Tibet. Some people always like to be self-righteous. Let him indulge in freedom, because she thinks that Jiang Chen is more reliable than the one hundred feet of rain. Although she didn't spend much time with Jiang Chen, and with the hundred feet of rain, it has a friendship of ten thousand years, but the heart is separated from the belly. After this incident, she is more aware of the rain. What kind of person is it. Small belly chicken intestines, narrow-minded, but also insidious and poisonous. Different roads are different, and there is no such thing as a murder. The straits of Tibet and Taiwan are the kind of people who are very upright. Otherwise, she would not have apparently escaped from birth, but also went back to save Jiang Chen and the monk monk because she did not Willing to owe anyone.

"It looks like you don't seem to care about his life and death."

Jiang Chen laughed.

"His life and death, what do you do with me? Although the teacher is out of the same door, but I am not with him."

The cold and cold sounds of the Fujian and Taiwan are full of disdain for the hundred feet of rain. Like Jiang Chen, she is a person who looks down on the rain.

"Look like it, we are the same people, hahaha."

Jiang Chen said with a big smile, but he was also very vigilant. Looking at the fluctuations in the surrounding space, any strangeness could not escape his eyes.

However, at this moment, Wu De discovered a small pool. The pool is square, only seven feet square. The pool has hot spring water and does not condense into ice. Although it looks clear, it is like a mirror. I can't see the bottom of the pool at all.

When Wu De looked at the pool, he couldn't help but exclaim, and the three of them quickly rushed over. As for Wu De's face, he looked like a pale face, almost fell to the ground, and his body was even more exposed. Natural look.

"This is this... How is this possible? There is a problem with this pool of water, absolutely no problem!"

Wu De’s face was iron and blue, and his voice was a little trembling. The three people watching Jiang Chen were also looking very grim. If they were against the enemy, no one would dare to go one step further, for fear of any accident.

"what happened?"

Jiang Chen asked quietly, screaming at Wu De.

"This pool actually turned me into a pig. It was terrible. I watched it several times in a row. They were all pigs. Can you say that I am not afraid?"

Wu De said with a chest.

"I don't believe it, is there such a bad thing in the world?"

Yuan Hua stepped out and stood directly in front of the pool. Sure enough, in his lifetime, he turned out to be a gentle scholar.

"This should be a living pool. I can see people's past and present. I have seen it on ancient books."

The Fujian and Taiwan whispered through the Tibetans, and looked at the pool of life in a complicated way.

"Oh? Really, my last life was really a gentle scholar. I also saw other things. I even got the first place in the city literature contest. The title is "My Father of the City", and hundreds of words are written. Strong, angry, and respected by thousands of people."

Yuan Hua said with excitement.

"It seems that my life is really a very powerful person."

Jiang Chen and the Fujian and Taiwan are looking at each other. At this time, even Jiang Chen is also very interested. He wants to see his past and present life, but at this time, he heard another pig-like scream. Voices.

"Hold the grass! According to you, Lao Tzu is a pig in my life? No - I don't believe it!"

Wu De’s mouth screamed and his face was stunned. He couldn’t help but lick his chest. This is not true. This must not be true!

Jiang Chen’s mouth is smiling and his eyes are contemptuous:

"Stinky, you don't have to struggle, and you can't change the fact that your life is a pig, hahaha."

The sarcasm of Jiang Chen made Wu De speechless. After all, the pig's head was said by himself.

"This **** going to the pool!"

Wude was furious and turned to sit on the ground, and he was sulking, just like a child who could not afford to lose.

Jiang Chen stepped forward, but at that moment, he could not see anything. Only a sigh of anger, Jiang Chen reached out and tried to open the arrogance, but he could not do it at all. The Buddha has covered so many things that people can't see the truth.